A/n: Yo everybody. Okay, this is just a random, short-chaptered, series I'm going to write. Whenever I'm bored, waiting for something to be beta-read, or just simply have nothing better to do with my life I'll just write a short, insane chapter ;D Enjoy!
Of Chess Pieces and Fan Girls
Prologue
"I am bored," stated the Ellimist, one afternoon, morning or night in Z-space. Because with Z-Space, well, you can't really tell.
Crayak rolled his eye, annoyed by the Ellimist's sudden boredom. "Don't you have worlds to save? Innocent races to cry over?"
"I have already mourned over the sudden death of the Anka, the Bernansk -" and so the Ellimist went on for ten minutes straight in alphabetic order.
During this time, Crayak became more and more agitated, and eventually told the Ellimist to shut up in a language of a race out of the universe he was thrown out of. Of course, the Ellimist had no idea what Crayak was going on about so he became quite. Once Crayak realized his goal of getting the Ellimist to shut up was completed, he said;
"Perhaps it is time that we began another..."game.""
"What was it that you had in mind?" the Ellimist asked curiously, "because if it involves who gets to posses Jake's soul..."
"Oh, no, no! Of course not!" insisted Crayak, though secretly disappointed his master plan was never going to be seen through, "It will involve none of that. How about we arrange a game similar to that of Iskoort -"
"No more Iskoort," the Ellimist begged, "I can't stand those walking advertisements."
Crayak smirked triumphantly, praying that the since the Ellimist was sick of the Iskoort that perhaps he would let them fall into the hands of doom and destruction. "But Ellimist," he said with a mocking yet innocent tone, "I thought you loved the Iskoort."
"I did, until one of them tried to sell me Geico life insurance."
"Hmp, very well. So this game we shall create...will it be merely for personal entertainment?"
The Ellimist nodded, if that was even possible for a four dimensional being, "Yes. Once we have finished the game the memories of our chess pieces shall be erased, and they shall be sent back to their respective place and location in the time line."
Even though Crayak hated the Ellimist's guts, he decided that the idea wasn't so bad. He then called upon the one person he knew he could rely on to come up with a brilliant and torturing idea – his wild card, Drode.
Drode, who was totally unaware that he was even in the presence of his master and the Ellimist, leaped across the boundaries of Z-Space in a pink ballerina tutu. When he realized the dead-pan looks he was being given, the tutu instantly disappear.
"Oh, master... I was just... uh..."
"Enough of your excuses, Drode," Crayak said angrily, "Ellimist and I have agreed to play a game. However, we are stuck on ideas for what to play."
"How about Uno?" Drode suggested unhelpfully, "I am, after all, the wild card."
The Ellimist sighed, "And you ask me why I don't have an assistant."
"Oh, oh! I have a good one!" Drode said, "We can torture the Animorphs!"
The Ellimist gasped, rather astounded that Drode would even suggest such an awful thing.
"But this time not with dracon beams, evil parasitic aliens, moral and ethical torture, and soap opera action like we normally do. This time we torture them with... fan girls."